me in Seattle …
I Don’t Know — Ozzy Osbourne, rendition done by Maniac Nebula
August 1, 2025
Hello Everyone!
It’s me, Homer Cocktail! My journey with AI music started this past January. I created many songs, most of them renditions. I did a few mashups, and a few originals.
The internet has brought us many great opportunities. For August, I wanted to talk about multiple personalities. For a lot of people out there, it might be quick to think about “multiple personality disorder”, a psychological issue. Almost in jest, I want to present to you “multiple personality order”. That’s right! Order, instead of disorder.
Let’s think about Hollywood actors, for example. We can think about the many roles Tom Cruise has played during the course of his career. He was especially good in Tropic Thunder as Les Grossman, a balding studio executive. As a matter of fact, he played the role so well, I didn’t know it was him until the credits rolled at the end. We can also think about how Eddie Murphy played seven different roles in The Nutty Professor. Lastly, we can think about how Mike Myers was both hero and villain when he played Austin Powers and Dr Evil. The point is that there is order when actors assume characters different than who they are. Authors do this when they write with pseudonyms. Musicians do this, as well. Do you think Izzy Straddlin, Nikki Sixx, Iggy Pop, Sting, Flea, and Meat Loaf were birth names? There is order in the process of these roles, names, and personas.
The only time the public will refer to multiple personalities as a disorder is when it’s destructive to the person, or others around him. When you deviate from who you were as a child, you’re put under scrutiny. There was a person named Vincent Damon Furnier before there was an Alice Cooper on rock stages. There was a Michael Peter Balzary before there was a Flea. There was a Saul Hudson before there was Slash. There was Paul David Hewson before Bono, and David Howell Evans before The Edge. As far as actors, Norma Jean Mortenson preceded Marilyn Monroe. Marion Robert Morrison preceded John Wayne. Mark Sinclair preceded Vin Diesel.
The World has a way of providing a cookie cutter. The World intends to shape you into a one-size-fits-all mold. The World gives you a free education, not out of benevolence, but rather to form you into the most ideal employee at one of their corporate ventures. A few people break from this system, and they become the rock stars and movie stars we see on stage, in the movies, and on our electronic devices.
I took many swings at expanding my own personal envelope. I want to emphasize that it’s much easier to do this now that YouTube and various podcasts are around. Right now, I’m writing to you as Homer Cocktail. When I was young, I went by Eddie to those around me. My cousins called me Hot Rod. One of my sisters shortened Hot Rod to simply Rod, and when I released an autobiography a couple of years ago, that’s what I called it. The internet is crazy, though, and you can find yourself in strange places. I became a conspiracy theorist, and I joined a site called Lunatic Outpost. We talked about many, many things including Nine Eleven, Sasquatch, aliens, the Illuminati, and the JFK assassination. The subjects were fringe and esoteric. There was lots of paranoia. Many of us were on missions to find the Truth, and to expose dark forces operating from the Shadows. Since people, especially rich ones, don’t want their skeletons and secrets exposed, there’s a motivation of revenge which creeps into these sites. Because of this, we were expected to hide our identities. Hardly anybody used their real names. My first screen name was DulceUnderground, but I also went by Gamera, Nemesis Duck, Damone, Vladimir, and Estranged. In the course of ten years, I used about thirty names.
Is this order? Or is it disorder?
I also wrote books, and had three preudonyms. Gaud Rockefeller, Dax Robinson, and Brick Jayne. I released music as Homer Cocktail. I was my own engineer, producer, singer, guitar player, bass player, keyboardist, and drummer. I dabbled with saxophone, xylophone, cello, harmonica, and alternate percussion. I lived in Hollywood for a short period, and I co-starred in an independent film.
I like to believe my life has been full of order. I learned a term called “controlled chaos”. This is what happens when you go to a rowdy rock concert. It is controlled in the sense that you must purchase a ticket, stand in line, then eventually find your way to a predetermined seat. It’s chaos because you can go into the lawn area and weild your way into a mosh pit. You can start thrashing around. And you know what that smell is? Somebody’s passing around a marijuana cigarette, and you can take a hit. Maybe it’s good shit, but maybe it’s laced with a psychedelic chemical, and your mind might be on its way to an alien dimension.
I have time to reflect on my life, now. Things I did in my wild youth are gone. I did crazy things I can hardly believe. I lived with daredevil friends, and we tempted fate. I’ll give you one example. I had a four-door small sedan. It was a Ford Tempo, me and the gang had been out drinking around a bonfire near a creek, and on the way home, one of my friends crawled out of the window while I was driving, and plopped himself on the roof. We were going fast enough that he would’ve died or been seriously injured if he fell off, but there was nothing but laughter everywhere. We felt like we were invincible, and nothing could go wrong! We did many nutty things like this, and months later, it was my turn! I was in the back seat of a car driving down the road. I was buzzed and ready for adventure. I did what my buddy had did, and I crawled out the window as the car sped down the road. We called it “hood surfing” because by friend’s car was an old Ford Falcon, practically made of iron. I stood on the front hood of the car, and it was one of the wildest times I ever had. Of course, my friend wanted to try it, so I got behind the wheel and let him take his go. The point is that these were wild times, and we thoroughly trusted each other. In the moment, it’s a given. Looking back all these years, none of us were sinister. All it would’ve taken was a slight jerk of the wheel, or a little pump of the brakes. None of us ate shit around each other, at least not at each other’s expense. Yes, a couple of guys laid down motorcycles on the streets, but it wasn’t something caused within the group.
In today’s internet, we have social groups on opposite ends of the spectrum. I consider the conspiracy theory group the “red pill group” because nobody plays it safe. Over the years, you meet different people, but your knowledge of them is limited. On the other end of the spectrum, you have the “blue pill group” at Facebook. This place is much more politically correct, topics are more mainstream, and many of the people you interact with are the same people you knew since childhood.
“Homer Cocktail” is my personal medium between the extremes. People from my childhood knew I started writing and recording songs years ago, and they’re well aware of the Homer Cocktail persona. As for the people I’ve come to know from conspiracy sites, there’s a trail of bread crumbs. There’s a way you can go from Lunatic Outpost to Tarantula Nebula to my Rod site, and my “true identity” can be seen with childhood pictures of me with friends and family.
Since I took up web development as a hobby more than a year ago, I’ve tried to find a unifying place for all people. A couple of months ago, I learned to create my own public bulletin board, but I still have a ways to go. Currently, I own nineteen sites. These include:
- maniac-nebula.com
- never-trump.blog
- the-ongyan.com
- homercocktail.com
- rod-autobiography.xyz
- lunatic-duck.com
- tarantula-nebula.com
- polybius.blog
- oleander-house.com
- brick-jayne.com
- maniac-pages.com
Some of these, I’ve put more effort into it than others. I wanted to mention, as well, that each of my projects take a certain amount of psychic energy. It’s not as easy as putting a task on a docket, then hoping or believing the motivation will be there when the day comes to get it done. For example, for this Tarantula Nebula site, I’ve been wanting to do a rendition of Nirvana’s Nevermind. It almost happened last month, then it seemed that August would be the right time. Since I operate Never Trump Blog, I was blindsided by the re-emergence if the Epstein issue. I try very, very, very hard to keep my politics confined to that site over there, but this issue had gravity, and it gave me the chance to launch my tabloid site, The Ongyan, in full swing. I love satire, so instead of creating AI music these past couple of weeks, I’ve been creating images and stories. I don’t regret a thing, but it knocked me off my groove. To complicate things. Ozzy Osbourne passed away. I’ve had great times watching Ozzy in concert a few different times. I almost decided to scrap my Nirvana renditions in favor of an Ozzy tribute. In the end, this is what we have. I had planned to do an album every month until the end of 2025. The tentitive plan was to start to collections or greatest hits in 2026. Guess what, though? I’m low on motivation, and focus. This month will be a hodgepodge. I still have “clunkers” I want to release. I have nostalgic stuff. Of course, I have a few Ozzy songs I want to do.
On my to do list, I will create a Cyber Hub. This will help facilitate the jumble of projects and ideas I have going on. I want to look into creating a Substack. I want to do a true blog open to the public, not to mention a bulletin board. I’m a big football fan, and I have a sports page at Maniac Pages, but that could become its own site. I’m on a never-ending quest of information management. Now that AI is here, I think it can become easier. I still have a fiction book in the works. It’s a Western with some cross genre elements. I hope to have that done by 2026. Lastly, I discovered game development a few months ago. If that gets rolling, I’ll launch a site for that as well.
I don’t deny that I have multiple personalities. They say that if you want anything done right, you’ve got to do it yourself. I wear many hats. I look at the World through many colored lenses. I walk in as many shoes as possible. I think of myself as expansive and well-rounded. Squares, out there, like for everything to fit nicely in a box. They get upset if every individual doesn’t wind up in cookie cutter molds. It ruffles their feathers. They’re content to be sheep, and too many of them are beholden to the Great Orange Clown. It’s sad to think of these brown nosing yes men. I hope to see that cult come to an end, but to each his own, right? I’ll be doing my own thing sonewhere else.
“Won’t you please
Please tell me what we’ve learned?
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am …”
— Supertramp
“We dress like students
We dress like housewives
Or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle so many times now
I don’t know what I look like…”
— Talking Heads
I want to salute the wild ones out there who broke out of the proverbial Box. I want to encourage the ones still in the process of acquiring true freedom. And for the ones still living exclusive blue pill lives? I admire you, actually. My life was safe, at a time. I still yearn for times when I was ignorant to the dark forces in life. I miss being insulated but, never in a million years, do I regret leaving my safe zone. Homer Cocktail is here, and I’m still trodding along.
Take Care,
— Homer Cocktail
(Eddie)
PS One of my favorite hobbies lately is to convert photos to Simpsons style. I’ve included a few personal ones here …
me & 3 sisters …
me at a Raiders game …
me & Lisa Lisa backstage at a concert …
my mother, rest in peace …
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